The
first time I read "Phenomenal Woman" I was struck by how she
celebrated black women's beauty like no one had ever dared to before. Our
curves, our stride, our strength, our grace.
Her
words were clever and sassy. They were powerful and sexual and boastful. And in
that one singular poem, Maya Angelou spoke to the essence of black women, but
she also graced us with an anthem for all women, a call for all of us to
embrace our God-given beauty.
And
oh, how desperately black girls needed that message. I needed that message. As
a child, my first doll was Malibu Barbie -- that was the standard for
perfection. That was what the world told me to aspire to.
But
then I discovered Maya Angelou, and her words lifted me right out of my own
little head. Her message was very simple. She told us that our worth has
nothing to do with what the world might say. Instead, she said each of us comes
from the creator trailing wisps of glory. She reminded us that we must each
find our own voice, decide our own value, and then announce it to the world
with all the pride and joy that is our birthright as members of the human race.
Dr.
Angelou's words sustained me on every step of my journey. Through lonely
moments in ivy-covered classrooms and colorless skyscrapers, through blissful
moments mothering two splendid baby girls, through long years on the campaign
trail where at times my very womanhood was dissected and questioned. For me,
that was the power of Maya Angelou's words. Words so powerful that they carried
a little black girl from the south side of Chicago all the way to the White
House.